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By Barry Mann and Cyntha Weil |
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When the world and I were young, |
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Just yesterday. |
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Life was such a simple game, |
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A child could play. |
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It was easy then to tell right from wrong. |
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Easy then to tell weak from strong. |
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When a man should stand and fight, |
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Or just go along. |
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But today there is no day or night |
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Today there is no dark or light. |
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Today there is no black or white, |
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Only shades of gray. |
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I remember when the answers seemed so clear |
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We had never lived with doubt or tasted fear. |
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It was easy then to tell truth from lies |
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Selling out from compromise |
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Who to love and who to hate, |
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The foolish from the wise. |
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But today there is no day or night |
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Today there is no dark or light. |
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Today there is no black or white, |
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Only shades of gray. |
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(Instumental interlude) |
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It was easy then to know what was fair |
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When to keep and when to share. |
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How much to protect your heart |
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And how much to care. |
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But today there is no day or night |
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Today there is no dark or light. |
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Today there is no black or white, |
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Only shades of gray. |
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Only shades of gray. |